MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. LIBERTY.* I. THE Court of OPPRESSION is crowded The pale mob have crouched to his power- Like a spirit disturbed in the grave, Reproachfully cries, through the gloom of the night, "Have the race that I loved so deserted their right?" II. Oh, no! If the basest are bowing— The coward, the courtier, and slave Yet still there are hearts that are glowing, And fatal and brief is the gladness Of thy foes, mighty Queen of the Sea! The despots that urge them to madness Shall feel the revenge of the free; While LIBERTY hails the triumphant endeavor Of the race she hath loved so, and will love for ever! * Written many years ago. SOLITUDE I. I WAKE from dreams of pleasures past, II. But as black night a shadow flings 'Till earth appears a temple lone, The lights all quenched, the guests all gone. III. I sigh for some familiar face, I sigh for tones that grief control, I mourn the solitude of place But more the solitude of soul; For when love lighteth not the gloom The lone heart liveth in a tomb! STANZAS. TO A LADY, ON RECEIVING FROM HER A BEAUTIFUL FLOWER. I. A DEED of grace-a graceful gift-and graceful is the giver! Like ear-rings on thine own fair head, these long buds hang and quiver : Each tremulous taper branch is thrilled-flutter the wing-like leaves For thus, to part from thee, sweet maid, the floral spirit grieves! II. Rude gods in brass or gold enchant an untaught devotee- ling flower, Minute and delicate work divine of world-creative power. III. This flower's the Queen of all earth's flowers, and loveliest things appear, Linked by some secret sympathy, in this mysterious sphere; The giver and the gift seem one, and thou thyself art nigh, When this glory of the garden greets thy lover's raptured eye. MYSTERY. THERE is strange life in things inanimate, To life but MYSTERY, and that surrounds But, oh! this dream-delirium may not last- And while this faith can animate and bless We feel not lone, forlorn, and fatherless. With humbled thought, calm hope, and sweet content, By hands unseen around the wide world cast. STANZAS. I. I LOVE on summer mornings bright To see the sun's uprise, And watch the clouds, late hid in night, Assume a thousand dyes. II. I love to see the meadows green III. I love to see the lucid stream Steal all unruffled by, And, fair as Fancy's fairest dream, IV. I love to hear the sudden sound Of birds amid the trees, The sear leaves rustling on the ground, The pleasant hum of bees. V. I love to see, like hills of snow, The white unmoving clouds, And thin gray vapors gliding slow, Like silent shapes in shrouds. |